January 24th, 2023
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The crossing guard at my sons school is nothing to me. I am a very busy banker, and cannot take the time to acknowledge every little person on this planet. It’s not personal, just a way I conduct myself so as to not waste my own time. When the crossing guard “helps stop traffic” (like I need someone to do that anyway), he always tries to smile at me and say “have a good day.” I never look him in the eyes or acknowledge that he is there.
Today, I guess he finally had enough. I had arrived to the school late so my son crossed the street by himself to come towards my car. I saw the crossing guard look at my son beginning to cross, then motion with his arm for a school bus to come through before my son had even gotten halfway. Luckily the bus driver came to a screeching halt before he killed my son.
I intend to ruin the crossing guards life.
How is your Tuesday going?
January 24th, 2023
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